domingo, febrero 20, 2005
[ 803. Touch ]
Getting in touch with my soul. What soul?
This week was a quiet week. No weeping, no loud guffaws. Packing my room quietly, watching vcds at home. Leaving my phones on silent, leaving them in another room. Deliberating cutting myself from the crowd, making me aloof.
Reading up on some stuff, knowing myself better. Thinking of lots of things, wondering if i'll ever be heard. Sometimes, I don't want to be heard, I don't wish to be seen.
Because of that smile. That smile to say hey i'm fine, that smirk to show who's in control. That air to tell that i don't need you, i don't want to be weak.
Well, i was tired. Was. Now i'm up. And running. And more of those attitude's gonna come soon.
Beware. Cheers, people. Back. =) |
Shannon left at 5:55 p. m..